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you are a sunshine
and i continue to melt under your light
that is alright because
i love to burn in the warmth of your flames
Yuuji wakes up to the warm embrace of the morning sunshine peeking through the curtains. It left a warm, bright, and pleasant feeling on his skin that made him feel a bit more alive.
Just as he shifts to his side, he meets emerald green eyes filled with fondness — they were beautiful. They resembled the color of life. The trees, the grass, the sea, and everything pretty.
“Good morning,” Slim fingers cradle the apple of his right cheek. Yuuji reaches up to place his hand on top of Megumi’s, slightly intertwining their fingers. He feels the pace of his heartbeat slightly race with each caress of fingerprints on his face.
“Good morning, Gumi.” He murmurs under his breath, droopily fluttering his eyes as he slowly wakes up. “Can we stay here a little bit longer?”
“Of course.” The dark-haired boy sighs with a small smile, inching over Yuuji to press a tender kiss on the crown of his head. With the momentum of strength in the pinky’s arms, he pulls Megumi on top of his body.
A chuckle of astonishment leaves Fushiguro’s throat as he shifts to balance his body mass by pressing his chest to Itadori’s, burying his face into the crook of his neck, indulgently relishing in the scent of comfort and safety.
They spend those moments, bathing in the sweet sunlight.
And as Megumi smiles against Yuuji's neck, he comes to think, Yuuji is the color of morning. Bright and pleasant.
When they had brunch, it was just the same as other morning breakfast.
Except that it was Megumi who prepared their meal this time.
"Your fried rice really is the best, 'Gumi." Yuuji compliments with his mouth full, practically drinking his bowl in, humming as he savors the flavor.
"Really?" Megumi blinks, slightly tilting his head to the side. Curious.
"Mhm! You cook it better than I do, that's for sure."
"I... I'm glad." A rosy hue brushes over those pale cheeks — Itadori almost stops eating his meal; he can't help but fall in love every time.
The pink-haired boy only sheepishly grins, standing to serve more food to his dish.
Clangorous utensils against the ceramic plate, resounding throughout their kitchen as they quietly eat, listening to today's radio program.
Two cups of coffee next to another, silver rings on fingers, and knowing smiles settle their brunch session as the best one yet.
Yuuji was the color of noon. Brightest at its peak, ever so happy and joyful.
Megumi hums a quiet tune as they sat together in the quiet park's bench.
Well, it wasn't really quiet, but... the settings were pleasant and comforting.
Children's voices, sounds of bells, bubbles floating along the wind and the pretty flowers adorning the bushes around them.
Someday, they were gonna grow old. Weak and fragile, with only each other to hold.
Someday, they are having the last of their conversations together. The ghost of a smile. Taking their last breath.
Someday...
He finds his palm gently landing on top of the pink-haired boy's hand. Itadori blinks in realization and he glances down to Fushiguro's smile.
"Let's kiss." He blurts out, and Yuuji immediately runs red.
"Here in public?" He sweats, lips twitching in embarrassment.
Megumi pauses for a bit, blinking. "Right. I forgot."
But as soon as he utters those words, a jacket drapes over both of them. It smelled of Itadori's cologne, a slight hint of sweat, and their fabric softener. It was calming. He's astonished by the sudden dim lighting but he could see he slight tint of blush on his lover's cheeks.
He meets Itadori halfway with his lips, fervent with passion, gripping in desperation. The kiss was soft, sweet and everything they wanted. Just like anything else they had through this whole relationship.
Just as his eyes peek during their heated moments, he could see the flush on the other boy's face.
Yuuji was the color of the afternoon. Embarrassed as red and warm to the touch.
They lied down to the fuzzy feel of grass, watching as the clouds bleed into pastel colors of pink and purple.
For Fushiguro, to rest his head on Itadori's arm, and let his body be carried by the Earth — it was pure solace. The blades of grass felt like the caress of a rabbit's fur against his skin.
On the corner of his vision, he could see the glimmer of their ring on his lover's hand. He could hear the gentle rise and fall of Yuuji's chest, the continuous pumping of his heartbeat and the wind blowing over their bodies.
He could smell the scent that the flowers from afar carried along the breeze.
His hair feels light, his skin rejuvenated, and muscles relaxed.
He wished nothing more than to stay in this moment forever.
Megumi rests his hand over Itadori's heart, eyes softening at the sight of their ring on his own finger.
"Happy birthday, Yuuji." He mumbles.
A giggle rumbles from the pink blob. "Thank you, Megumi."
He feels a pair of soft lips tenderly press against the crown of his head. "I love you. This was one of the best birthdays I've had."
A wistful smile adorns Megumi's mouth.
Yuuji was the sunset. Ever resting from the light he bestows upon the world, however, always returning with tenacity.
But more than ever, Itadori Yuuji is the sky to his world. Graceful as the heavens. Lovely as the clouds. Glowing with beauty.
You are my sky as I am yours.
Forever young with shades of blue
And tainted with each other's red and yellows.
art by: Shaxza
quote written by me.